Another day, and it was already three-thirty. Another day of writing until now. Xiao Chen wasn't fast—he was very, very slow. Basically, one word: pathetic!
Every day, all his time went into writing, yet he still ended up staying up so late. Before, because he'd unleashed ten-update bursts twice in a row, the update schedule had gone completely haywire. That was on him. He hadn't prepared properly before erupting, so he was simply suffering the consequences of his own actions!
Writing every day was so exhausting—it was impossible not to complain. There was a saying in the authors' group: every month has thirty-one days when you don't want to write! Hahaha!
But seeing that so many people still supported him every day, Xiao Chen felt satisfied. He had nothing to feel unwilling about. After all, no matter how many people talked, no matter how many cursed him, there were still people supporting Xiao Chen, weren't there?
Of course, Xiao Chen still wasn't very mature. Being cursed at still made him feel upset, especially when he finished writing late at night, went to take a look, and found a whole pile of people insulting him. That feeling was... one word: pathetic. Two words: really pathetic! So now Xiao Chen simply didn't look anymore. Let them curse if they wanted! What the eye didn't see, the heart didn't fret over!
No matter what, for the readers willing to support Xiao Chen, he was willing to fight on again. Twenty days of this month had passed in the blink of an eye—so fast. Only the final ten days remained. We absolutely couldn't fall behind. Let's fight together!
Xiao Chen was going to sleep. It was so late. Good night, everyone!